Brief prose and poetry lacking other categories... |
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Basically anything under 1500 words. Enjoy
The poem which won 1st place at "Rebel Poetry Contest" ![]() The poem which placed second at "Writing 4 Kids" The story which placed second at "The Bard's Hall Contest" First place (story) at "Writing 4 Kids" Second place (poem) at "Rebel Poetry Contest" Honorable Mention (poem) at "Shadows and Light Poetry Contest" |
| I'm a vet, yeah, you know the ones I stood up for us when others were scared I dodged bombs in Afghanistan Watched my friends lose arms and legs Lost myself in what I did Never ran, never hid Never get offended By my actions, what I had to do It's over now, but the burden remains You can't see the hidden pains Inside my soul, those stormy rains Always there, nothing new Gotta keep going Y'all gotta be knowing I'm still fighting I'm still writing Keep on rapping Watching it happen Hoping for change But that's outta my range I pray every day That's my way Come what may Y'all know I'm ready Peace out, homies ✌️ Words: 117. Lines: 25 Written for "Honoring Our Veterans - Challenge" And also for "Note: 48-HOUR CHALLENGE : 80's Media Prompt ..." |
| Twas the night before asterisk When all the apostrophes Go joyfully dancing In step with the commas! Ampersands scamper off ink-stained paper And full stops pepper floors instead of stories. In Santa's workshop, elves are busy Putting errant dots and semicolons to bed. Slashes and dashes, dollars and snails, All have their places to keep – Otherwise, what sense would written words make? Finally the last quotation mark is paired up and tucked in And sleepy elves leave for their bunkers. When everyone's gone and the workshop’s silent – Chaos! Dots break free from their I’s, Crossbars abandon T’s to become hyphens, And exclamation points leap to new heights! Oh my my… Ellipses, slow and steady, measure time While digits frolic free and colons do gymnastics. Where did the period at the end of a rather overly long sentence go – with no end in sight, I suppose a question mark will have to do? Brawling brackets, hashtags playing on the monkey bars And one lonely > points to a page devoid of meaning. Santa peeks into his workshop, shining a lantern, Golden glow bouncing off overexcited punctuation. “Settle down, you tiny sillies,” he rumbles. “How will children enjoy their books If you aren't playing your parts to keep the words straight?” Comma by colon, slash by dash, they stumble back Lining up neatly where they should be. He helps restore order out of chaos, Waving a warning finger at winking parentheses. “Dot your I’s and cross your T’s And sleep in your beds rather than jumping on them! Merry asterisks to all, and to all a good night!” Notes ▼ |
| Under velvet skies, a diamond twinkled, Guiding leaders of wisdom on a blessed journey To a humble home where a King lay in Mary's arms. Within that Baby, divinity's light shines Filling a searching world lost in shadows. O Lord, help us to see You in humanity, Your precious Face among those in need. You descended from on High to us In our poverty and filthy rags, Walked among those who did not recognize You, Spoke Truth to power, lived and died for us. It all began one velvet night in Bethlehem Heralded by a diamond in silent skies. 13 lines, 99 words. Written for "Wintry Writing Wonderland" |